Sunday, March 23, 2014

Is it somehow again a lonesome feeling on itself that brings me back to write about what is and shall not be anymore. I used (and still I do) to think that overcoming to this kind of emotions is something a worthy gentleman must count among the toolkit on his back. Now, being placed merely in the role of a character in this filmnoir, I can try to leave in words what does it mean to feel the same way again.

It'sallabouttime: when things go this way, it takes a little bit more time to understand it than the beat the heart skips in the process, to understand that for once, it was you and only you the one creating the silent devotion I suddenly realized as something risky and charming at the same time. Threatening all I have so far created and believed, it was pure... Real... Brutal ... It was you.

This story starts and ends in the very same moment then...

It implied mending a heart that cracked itself on the routine of boredom and this was, at leastforyou a feasibleexplanationtowhatontheotherside I couldhaveonlyconceivedthroughyoursmile. Thisstrengthconfirmedyourpastofpainandwisdom. Maybe I havesaidonlyenough as to flash myrespectandrecognitiontowhomdeservestoberemindedaboutitfrequently, justbecauseitis true. As long as thisjoins me inmyconceptofyou, I know u separatingwhat I feelforyoufromwhat I respectof a givenconditionismymaintask. Wewereneverclosetoeachother, meaningtherewasalsonotsomethingthatdeservestobeforgotten.

I canonlyfeelthiswas 99% on me, but a sympatheticglimpseof a shine makes me feelitwasalso living inyouon a sodifferentmannerthatitmadeourstorytolivefor a secondinthewaywebothwanted. Thisiswhat I believe, andwhatdreamingon angels I foundisallabout. In a funnyway, I'm sure I willneedyouandyoumayneed me someday, sobeingoutofeachother'sreachcanonlybeworstthanthisfeeling. Itisindeed, a tide....